Quickly, Then, The Day Is Slipping By
It is one of the most magical days of the year, as today is the day John Allison was born which means (as previously established) it is also the day Ryan North was born. Two such fine members of webcomicdom sharing a birthday? That never happens. Happy Birthdays (Birthsday?) Ryan and John, and many happy returns¹
And it is also the day that I catch up with the latest Iron Circus Kickstart, this one for Real Hero Shit by Kendra Wells. Wells, you may recall, is a favorite around these parts, and the description of RHS caught my eye, especially this bit:
Every day is Spring Break for Eugene, but outside palace walls, he crashes into a hard reality: the system that keeps him safe in his silk-sheeted bed isn’t particularly concerned with the well-being of anyone who isn’t him. Eugene will have to level-up his awareness if he means to be a real hero, and time is running short! [emphasis original]
So that’s sword and sorcery, plenty of queer representation, and a critique of entrenched, generational power structures. Sounds good. Stretch goals include prints and pins, and are about to unlock as the campaign approaches US$40K on a goal of US$15K. It’s a short campaign, having launched the day before yesterday and wrapping up in a mere 9 days more — why hang about when you got books to sell and fulfillment to start hopefully before the friggin’ Post Office gets even more gutted around the start of the year². FFF mk2 says US$53K +/- 10.6K, or somewhere in the US$42.4K – US$63.6K range, but the calculations aren’t built for short runs like this, so we’ll all see whether the Factor or the McDonald Ratio holds true in about ten days.
Spam of the day:
32-second ritual cures back pain (do this tonight)
Is this one of those rituals that you have to like strangle a marmot or you can’t achieve orgasm? Because I’m not strangling any marmots even to relieve my back pain.
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¹ All returns must be accompanied by a receipt.
² The apparently-unfireable hack that Trump appointed to run the USPS has decreed that First Class Mail slow down in 2022, meaning it will get worse by pretty much the only metric that matters — how soon your shit gets to where it’s supposed to. Louis DeJoy can fuck off into the ocean.
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